Rain misting on the inside of a broken bell

Rain misting on the inside of a
Broken bell….
Wolf tracks leading us out of our fear…

A bruised light in the waterless jars….

We traverse…
You in your coat made of

Trembling feathers….

For the raven that awoke me….
11/26/19

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